I’ll Be Home for Christmas
Darren calls Chris the second he leaves
the airport, bleary eyed and jet lagged in the back of a cab. “Should
I be bringing home treats for Brian and Cooper? Because I totally
didn’t buy anything for them, if so.”
“What, like a commemorative tote bag from the Chicago airport?” Chris snarks back. “A keychain? Something from the duty free store?”
“Shut up. I don’t know. Like, dog and cat appropriate toys or treats? Something to endear them to me?”
“They’re animals, Darren,” Chris says very matter-of-factly.
“You say this like you don’t treat them like tiny children. You dress them in themed costumes from every major holiday, don’t act like I’m the crazy one here.”
Chris sighs heavily. “I don’t know. I doubt gifts are really the way into their hearts. Just be prepared for them not to remember you, okay?”
“Wait, they might not remember me? Seriously? What the fuck, I’ve spent months feeding them and petting them and taking Cooper on walks,” Darren grumbles, vaguely horrified.